In Gord We Trust

February 23, 2011

Sid the Kid, Gordo and Hockey Night in Canada.

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1:39 of bliss

Retrace, Gord Downie and the Country of Miracles

High as an elephant’s eye*
Before we even left
And when the party had died
And as we drank the rest
I retrace my steps

Snowy basketball court
Cross the cold courthouse steps
Hanging on every word
Hearing everything you say as
I retrace my steps

I retrace my steps, I wear a lonely path
I retrace my steps and back

Woke up this afternoon
A pale sun in the west
I haven’t left my room
I haven’t taken a step
As I retrace my steps

I retrace my steps until no trace remains
And I’ll retrace my steps again

I’ll retrace my steps
Though I know we’re all saying ‘Goodbye’
You know, I’ll retrace my steps again, tonight
Tonight

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Canada is where franchise miracles happen

September 22, 2010

Is all darkness in his heart,
But for the glow of her nightgown,
Through the dark.

Everything has a cost, though.

The Hard Canadian, Gord Downie and the Country of Miracles

The Hard Canadian
He don’t have much to say
But he hurts your feelings
Almost every single day.
Takes a puff-a-nothin,
Picks something from his tongue,
He’s the Hard Canadian.

The Hard Canadian
Doesn’t care what you do.
The Hard Canadian
Don’t give a damn about you.
What’s a windswept face,
The elusive presence of the sun,
To the Hard Canadian?

The Hard Canadian
Is all darkness in his heart
But for the glow of her nightgown
Through the dark.
Yeah, but then he blurs the image,
Drags his brush through the wet pigment,
Cause he’s the Hard Canadian.

His berating heart,
Grown thorny with sin and oh the silences,
He don’t listen to them.
Whether he’s just mean or willfully dense, he says,
‘From life nothing; to death nothing.’

The hard Canadian
Is what he throws away
And he hurt her feelings
Almost every single day.
Now he takes a shot of nothing,
Stares off remembering someone.

That’s the hard Canadian.
That’s the hard Canadian.
He’s the hard Canadian.


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